Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Singapore and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Heaven 17 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.